Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Little Turtle

A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old


There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn’t catch me.

1. Upon Returning to the Country Road
2. Sweet Briars of the Stairways
3. The Haughty Snail-King
4. The Spice-Tree
5. The Master of the Dance

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